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Eliara noticed that he avoided saying anything more about him, and for once, she didn't push. She was beginning to understand that Ronan was not someone who opened doors simply because someone knocked.Instead, she changed the subject."How many brothers do you have?"That seemed to bring him back into the conversation."One.""Kael?""Yes."She smiled slightly."You two are completely different.""We are.""He's more..." She paused, searching for the right word. "Provoking.""That is one way to describe him.""And you're more serious.""I see.""You don't disagree?""No."The simple answer made her laugh quietly."You really know yourself.""I have had enough people tell me."She shook her head slightly, still amused."What about sisters?"Ronan looked at her."I have one."Eliara's expression immediately changed with interest."Really?""Yes.""What's she like?"Ronan thought about it for a moment before answering."She is more outspoken than the rest of us."Eliara smiled."So she
Eliara didn't remember falling asleep. One moment she had been sitting in the car, trying to take in everything around her, and the next thing she knew, she was waking up in a completely different place. For a few seconds, she simply stared at the ceiling above her, confused about where she was. The bed beneath her was far too comfortable, and the room around her was unfamiliar. Slowly, the memories returned—the journey, the helicopter, the drive after landing, and then nothing.She pushed herself up and looked around. The bedroom was spacious without feeling overwhelming. The large bed sat neatly against one wall, covered in soft grey bedding that looked untouched apart from where she had been sleeping. Floor-to-ceiling windows allowed the afternoon light to spill into the room through sheer curtains, giving it a warm, welcoming feel. A sleek wardrobe stood opposite the bed, while a simple wooden desk and a pair of chairs occupied one corner of the room. The colours we
She stared through the windshield before slowly turning to Ronan."This is the City Gates?""Yes."She looked back outside, clearly unconvinced."I thought there would be... an actual gate."Ronan unfastened his seatbelt and looked at her."What kind of gate?""I don't know. Something huge. Maybe stone walls, giant doors, heavily armed guards..." She paused before adding, "Something that actually looks like a gate."A small smile appeared on Ronan's face."You expected something out of a fantasy novel.""I expected something that matched the name.""The name is older than the airport."She frowned."So there really used to be gates?""There did."That answer only made her feel slightly better.As they stepped out of the car, Eliara looked around once more, her attention shifting from the terminal to the helicopters parked across the runway."So this is how people travel between nations?""For official travel, yes."She nodded slowly, unable to hide her curiosity."I've never been in a
Marcus considered that possibility."Or they may be hiding something."Kael leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression unreadable."That is always a possibility."The relationship between the different nations had always been complicated. Even without open conflict, trust was something that had to be earned, and even then, it was rarely given completely. The vampire dominion and the werewolf kingdom had maintained peace for years, but peace did not mean understanding. There were still secrets, old grudges, and differences that could easily become problems when something unfamiliar appeared between them.Especially now.The creatures they had encountered carried traits from both species, something that should not have existed. If something had been created or altered using both vampire and werewolf characteristics, then the possibility of someone knowing more than they admitted could not be ignored.Ronan looked at Marcus."Have you heard anything from their side?""Nothing that
When they returned to the mansion, Ronan walked Eliara back to her room. The journey upstairs was quiet. She had barely spoken since they left the city, and he didn't push her to. He could tell she was still trying to process everything that had happened. Once inside her room, Eliara sat on the edge of the bed while Ronan checked that everything she needed was there. "Get some rest." She looked at him. "I'm not a child." "I didn't say you were." "But you're acting like it." Ronan looked at her calmly. "And yet you're still sitting down." Eliara opened her mouth to argue, but nothing came out. She looked away. After everything that happened, she didn't have the energy to fight with him. Ronan stayed until he was sure she had settled in. "You should sleep." Eliara nodded. He turned to leave, but paused when he reached the door. "Goodnight, Eliara." She looked at him. "Goodnight, Ronan." The door closed behind him. For a while, she remained still. She thought she w
After leaving the restaurant, they walked back toward the car. The city was quieter now, with the streets still glowing beneath the lights but the crowds having thinned compared to earlier. The lively atmosphere from before had softened into something calmer, allowing Eliara to actually notice the little things around her—the sound of distant conversations, the passing vehicles, and the unfamiliar beauty of Noctaryn at night. She walked beside Ronan while carrying one of the smaller bags herself, even though most of the others had already been taken by the servants."You know the servants can take that."She looked at him."I know.""Then why are you carrying it?""Because I can."Ronan looked at her for a moment before looking away. He didn't argue or tell her to hand it over, and that almost made Eliara smile. She was beginning to realize that Ronan didn't always fight her on things. Sometimes, when something wasn't important enough for him to challenge, he simply let her have her wa







